For a moment, he couldn't tell whether this was the consciousness of the paper figures themselves, or whether the cloud had injected ideas into them for some reason.
If it's the latter, then Yun Tuan is quite... quite narcissistic.
As he spoke, the fear in his heart seemed to fade a little. Lin Yao bit his tongue and said as calmly as possible: "Then what did you see?"
The paper man moved his neck stiffly, stared at Lin Yao for a while, and concluded: "You are quite handsome."
Lin Yao's eyelids twitched, and just when he was about to refute, Yun Tuan came back.
The paper man stood back up slowly, his expression unchanged, as if the conversation just now had never happened.
Yun Tuan glanced at Lin Yao, "What's wrong? Do you want to go to the bathroom? Just go directly, it's not that urgent."
Lin Yao shook his head, "No, no, no."
He just drank a bowl. He was sweating all over just now, so there was no need to go to the toilet.
He picked up the brush and glanced at the paper man. The gloomy feeling just now crawled onto his scalp again, and now his whole head was numb.
"Are you afraid of these too?" Yun Tuan slowly finished painting the paper man's eyebrows and stirred the brush in the bucket.
Lin Yao lowered his head, "No, how could I be afraid? Although I can't make paper, but when I practice Taoism, I will also come into contact with Yin spirits. This is commonplace."
Yun Tuan looked at Lin Yao's face as white as rice paper, nodded, and pretended to believe it.
I kept drawing, and soon it was late at night.
Bu Yehou flew over to get the thermos, and after a few words of concern, he left again.
After a while, she yawned.
"That's enough, the nutrients in the ginseng soup have been used up. Go back to sleep and continue painting tomorrow."
Yun Tuan put down his pen and ended tonight's war preparations.
She packed up the paints and palettes, poured out the gray-black water in the bucket, and cleaned it.
When he turned around, Lin Yao was standing there, with two paper figures, a man and a woman, standing next to him, staring at him curiously.
Yun Tuan put the paintbrush on the shelf to dry. He didn't quite understand it, so he stared at it and studied it for a while.
Why does the paper man get close to Lin Yao?
Is there something about Lin Yao that attracts them?
"Sister, can you let them disperse? This is too scary..." Lin Yao's voice trembled, but he finally asked for help.
Yun Tuan snapped his fingers, and the paper people walked to the corner and closed their eyes, as if turning on the power saving mode.
Lin Yao breathed a sigh of relief, "It looks so similar, but it's not human. It's really scary."
"It doesn't matter, the paper men won't attack you, you can... treat them as simulation robots, and you can let them do all the chores."
Yun Tuan smiled and let the frightened Lin Yao walk out of the room first before closing the door.
"The uncanny valley effect, definitely the uncanny valley effect..." Lin Yao murmured to himself. It took more than ten seconds before he came back to his senses and faced the cloud, "No, simulated robots are also scary. They are even more rigid."<
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"Okay, okay, go back and rest quickly. Only by sleeping well can you ward off evil spirits. Otherwise, I will have to rescue you with Ji Huan Jile tomorrow."
Yun Tuan waved his hand.
Lin Yao nodded, didn't say anything harsh, and ran back to his room in a few steps.
[I didn’t expect that he was quite timid. What the paper man said to him was not scary, and he could sweat so much.]
Xiao Xi sighed softly.
"It's normal to be afraid. It doesn't matter." Yun Tuan turned around and saw the smaller civet cat standing in front of her room with its head raised.
Very proud and dignified.
"Is it finished?"
[After the fight, I can basically defeat the enemy with one move, and the speed is very fast.] Xiao Xi replied.
"It doesn't matter if you exercise more, it's healthier than building weight in the corner." Yun Tuan smiled, walked over and opened the door.